Aorte. Nous sommes du même sang. van Mass III-II + IIII

A heart full of roses and painted wings. Thorns rip. My heart outs. A loud. Allowed. Incomplete. I stumble. Into you. Glass. Broken. Like me. Unseen. Blood in my eyes. I cannot see. Myself. Fall into you. Blood in my eyes and now I realise. I have fallen. Into you. And your presence. Every second of the day. Until my heart stops. You will be my reason. I died that day. And so did you. Feathers sprung from my shoulderblades. And my black wings unfurled. All your human features disappeared. You come unseen. As a guide. To never leave. To stay by my side. Black feathered wings unfurl. Touch the ground. Human features disappear. You arise to shine. And I fell into you. You lead the way. And I trusted in you. Then went away. And I held onto you. And I fell into you. I am cutting of my fingers one by one. Needle and tread (A ten bead necklace. For you). You are smiling. For the first and the last time. Now. My body still bleeds invisible. Chains encircle my broken wrists. But we can get out of them. Now.